Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

"Wang Qingyou, I didn't expect... even now, you're still such a coward. It's really hard to look at you directly."

Li Jiao stood there, her eyes filled with disdain.

"Oh!"

Wang Qingyou gave a faint reply.

"Let me tell you, we have a big gift for you today. You'll be thrilled when it comes."

As Li Jiao spoke, she blinked at Zhou Meidan and the others, pretending to be very playful.

Then, Zhou Meidan and the others burst into laughter. Of course, Wang Qingyou had no idea what they were laughing about.

Finally, they finished laughing and joking around.

"Is it okay?"

Wang Qingyou asked expressionlessly.

"Of course you can!"

Li Jiao flicked her fingers and then punched Wang Qingyou in the face.

Was Wang Qingyou's previous demeanor all an act? She's still so weak now.

But before Li Jiao's hand could reach Wang Qingyou, Wang Qingyou kicked her in the stomach.

He landed completely in the garbage dump.

Li Jiao sat in the garbage heap, covered in trash, with scraps of food on her face, looking extremely disheveled.

"Beat her up!"

Li Jiao was going crazy. She didn't even dare to touch herself. She could feel that she was filthy enough.

Zhou Meidan and the others quickly swarmed around and ran towards Wang Qingyou.

Anyway, there are more of them, so no matter what, Wang Qingyou will eventually be powerless.

but! !

Before they could even touch Wang Qingyou, they were all sent flying by her fists, landing in the garbage heap as if they were on an airplane.

Unfortunately, all the misfortunes fell on Li Jiao, and the people piled up like a human pyramid.

It looks particularly ridiculous.

"That's all you've got?"

Wang Qingyou gave a cold laugh.

The group of them huddled together, and then separated in a very disheveled manner.

They were all pretty girls, and after they stepped aside, they kept patting the dirt off their bodies.

Wang Qingyou jumped over again and beat them all up. In the end, they all lay on the ground, probably unconscious.

At that moment, Wang Qingyou heard a series of footsteps coming from afar.

It sounds a bit slow.

She moved to the side and hid.

Because this alley isn't a straight line leading to the end; it's winding and twisting.

At that moment, she saw the widower appear before her.

He was wearing a pair of shorts and a white vest over them, and he was as thin as a bamboo pole.

His expression was completely blank, but his eyes held a lewd glint in them.

His gaze swept over the people on the ground. Although Li Jiao and the others were filthy, in the widower's eyes, they were all young bodies, very fresh.

"One, two, three, four, five... How come there are five girls? Wasn't there only one?"

The widower stretched out his finger and pointed at the people on the ground, counting them one by one.

"Huh... isn't this girl the one looking for me?"

The widower bent down and looked at Li Jiao lying on the ground, his expression very strange.

It seems like they are struggling with something, and deep down they seem to be fighting something.